593 : Describing the Moment

We Write Poems challenges us to capture a moment.

Describing the Moment.

Eyes closed, 

Sitting at my desk

Leaning on my elbows

I feel the pressure 

Pressure of contact,

With the desk, 

With my chair, 

With the carpet.

I am vaguely aware

Of the weight on my shoulders,

Cable knit, dark blue.

I hear the world around me.

The hum of the hard-drive

Voices from the next room

Canned laughter,

Spoons hit plates,

The low rumble of the heating.

Outside — the passing traffic.

My feet have adapted to the feel the carpet.  

I move them ever so slightly 

And countless nerves betray my action.

The brain likes movement.

Time to walk.

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© J Cosmo Newbery 2013

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